I like that you're not nice to me, I love your heart of ice.

She had him. Hook, line, and sinker. There wasn’t a hint of smugness in her expression as she looked at the strange swirl-coated wolf across from her. He was the first wolf she had ever met outside of her family who was plagued by crystals. Who looked at her like she wasn’t something horrifying or pitious. A part of her wanted to believe in what she was telling him. She wanted to be that person, that her affliction was a gift with a great and terrible power.

“Very well then.” Voice low, and taking a fortifying breath as if what she was about to do was hard. She reached over and laid one of her dark paws over his. “Brace yourself” She warned him, and then extended her feline-like claws. Just enough to prick a little blood. She tilted her head to the side, where the fading sun sat behind her. A hint of that setting light reflected back into her eyes and they exploded with colour. She shuddered at the pain of the light that jabbed into her skull, and then closed her eyes. Lifting her head up as if she was looking into something far distant. “I see… colourful wolves… red, and purple.” She said, making up tones on the fly with a few guesses based on his own coat. “I see blood, and hints of fangs. A fight, perhaps? There's an important battle coming in your future. She prophesied ominously.

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